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YOUR TEACHER HARRY

Science. Boring…totally uneventful. Unless of course you find mitosis riveting, but that’s highly uncommon and pretty much impossible when you’re a teen. What was exciting about that class? The teacher. Harry Styles was beautiful. He could be compared to a luscious haired Greek god in we were being completely honest. All women wanted him and few could have him. What made you so special? The question had crossed your mind many times. You were just a girl, and he was a man. Your relationship was incredibly wrong and he could get in so much trouble. That’s was the last thing you wanted, but…if you were being truthful, you wanted him more. Looking up at him as you lay on the hard wooden desk, his green eyes were dark and lustful. His soft lips trailing your skin as his strong hands worked at the buttons on your blouse. “You’re so beautiful—” Harry’s deep voice made you shudder as he grinned against you. Your wetness already quite apparent. You could feel his hardened cock against your core and it was making you rather impatient. Thank god there was no one else around. It was after school hours and Harry was the only person who stayed this late. “Fuck, Harry—” You whimpered, “Just take me.” A devilish grin tugs at his perfect lips as he raises a brow. His hands resting at your hips as he nips at your now bare chest. He fiddle with his belt and pushes his dress pants down, the clean fabric resting on the cool tile floor as he lifts your skirt and removes your undies. You grab his tie and pull him close, wrapping your long legs around him as he thrusts into you. Hips rolling at a steady pace as you moan his name over and over and over. His gruff voice meets your ear as he hovers over you. “Talk to me, Baby. Tell Daddy what you want—” He was dominated and strong, just the way you liked it. “Faster! Please, Daddy…faster!” You pleaded, thighs tightening around him as you reached your high. So close. He does as he is told and picks up the pace, his own body shaking as he does so. After a few moments of pure ecstasy, he releases just as you do and you both shiver in pleasure as he kisses you to suppress his moans. Science was boring…but he definitely wasn’t.

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These are amazing!!!

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9/25/16